Gypsy Witch by Suz deMello

Chapter One
    Sacramento, California
    August
     
    Ben propped himself up on his elbows to better see the naked woman beneath him. Sheened with sweat, Elena’s lush curves glowed in the reddish half-light of her bedroom, which was curtained in exotically patterned swaths of gauze and silk. A curl of smoke from a lit incense stick scented the air with sandalwood. Otherworldly New Age music flowed out of a boom box in the corner, irritating the hell out of him.
    Elena’s bedroom was that of a gypsy witch, and despite the incredible sex he’d been having with her for a month, he wouldn’t allow himself to fall under her spell. Except for in the sack, she wasn’t his type.
    They’d met through their kids, eleven-year-olds who’d attended the same summer camp. Now that camp was over, Ben was frankly grateful that Tom and Gina liked to hang out together, since they seemed to keep each other amused and out of trouble. As a single dad, finding activities for his son was tough. Ben hated to admit it, but he sometimes found that Tom was a distraction from his job.
    Ben shoved everything extraneous out of his mind to focus on the beautiful woman he was inside. They were the same age—thirty-six—but Elena was nothing short of spectacular. Big tits crowned with large brown nipples, a slim waist, luscious hips and a tasty pussy he dined on every chance he got. Hazel eyes fringed by long lashes, eyes that gleamed golden when he pleasured her and darkened to a frightening green when she was displeased. Lips designed by a sex goddess for sucking a man’s cock. Long black hair he liked to play with when he was in her mouth.
    She always wore an enormous topaz on a golden chain that dangled between her breasts. She claimed she focused her power through the jewel. Ben thought that was wacko, but didn’t care.
    Too bad she was a card-carrying nut—literally. He remembered the time she’d shown him her membership in the Northern California Church of Wicca. He’d concealed his smirk only because he’d wanted to lay her. And that had to be all, he admonished himself. He was a sheriff’s deputy and couldn’t afford to have a permanent relationship with Elena Lautari. She wasn’t the kind of woman who fit in with the rest of his life.
    He tried to picture her drinking a beer with the other cops and their wives, and failed utterly.
    “What?” she asked, running light fingertips up and down his sides, eliciting shivers.
    “Whaddayamean, what?”
    “You looked as though you were ten miles away.”
    “I’m right here for ya, babe. Ya know, you’re the best.” He pushed, feeling the muscles lining her cunt part for his rod as he plumbed her depths. Groaning, he lifted her knee over his shoulder so he could shove into her more deeply.
    “Jesus fucking Christ, baby…” She drove him higher and hotter than any woman ever had, and every time he got inside her—which was as often as he could—he struggled to hold back so she could come as hard as he did. He slapped her ass, and she cried out, her sheath clenching around him.
    He bucked into her and flung back his head as he started to come. His orgasm seemed to go on and on, and he leaned forward over her writhing body so he could grind his pubic bone into her clit. That always pushed her over the edge.
    Elena reached behind her and grabbed the headboard’s rails with both hands, swirling her pelvis in circles, milking his cock with strong contractions of her pussy. Holding her hips, he hammered into her without holding back, banging her without mercy. She matched him stroke for stroke, squeezing and vibrating around his cock as she came, adding fuel to the flames that always consumed him when he was with her.
    Afterglow enveloped him and he let his body ease onto hers, then turned to one side, letting their combined sex sweat slide him to the cool sheets. She released her grip on the headboard and turned to curl against him. She rested her head on his chest and as he relaxed she